Broken Streetlights (RP Room)

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Permalink Reply by Stalker Taint on August 29, 2011 at 9:30pm

Dom walked in, two SAS troops behind him while in the background four of the SAS officers were moving a large supply case from the room Dom had occupied only minutes earlier, "Looks like you're troops are fucking around and doing stupid shit. You need to get a better hand on them, like banning alcohol." He turned to a SAS officer, pulling out a canteen, putting it to the troop's chest, "Whiskey." Dom's eyes turned back to James, "Field Marshal Harrison. He wanted you out of the picture. Don't file a report yet. It'd rise suspicion. I'll think of something." He turned to the SAS officers, nodding to the truck, "Get a move on."

 

They left, Dom looking back at James as his hand closed the door. Dom pulled out his Mk23 from it's holster, ejecting the clip and setting the empty gun on the table, laying the clip beside it, "Trust no one. If someone that high wants control then that means you cannot trust anyone. Your troops, your friends... Your family. Anyone, even me, could be against you." He nodded to James, opening the door again, walking off outside of the room again, slamming the door shut as he jogged off to the transport truck to get off base.

Permalink Reply by Zombie_X on August 30, 2011 at 7:04pm

James stared at the empty gun, thinking how easy it could be for Dom to pick it up and squeeze a round into his head. He looked at every soldier in the room, eyeing them with suspicion. He opened the third draw on the desk, looking at the SIG Sauer P226, contemplating whether he should pull it out and shoot everyone right now. He instead reaches for the whiskey, and two glasses. He poured one for himself, and handed the other to Dom.

"Field Marhsall Harrison, you say? This is bad, real bad. He's the one trying to resolve a peaceful resolution to the conflict, highest as they get. Basically in charge of me, and many more of the Army's staff. He reports directly to the Prime Minister, he could kill him at any time if he wanted. I'm out of my depth here. There is nothing I can do, hell it was him that probably promoted me. Would you expect a green soldier to successfully command an entire army and beat an entire country?"

Some shouting could be heard outside, and the smashing of glass. James stood up and walked towards the window and peered outside. Four drunken soldiers were hurtling bottles at the MP's. One MP took a bottle to the face, the glass shattering in his face. The four men rushed towards the other MP, jumping him and proceeding to beat him. James went back to his desk, and grabbed the pistol from the drawer.

"Fuck this!" He said to Dom.

He opened the window and climbed out. The soldiers not involved all stared at him in silence as he walked towards the scuffle. The MP was unconscious, the other one now taking a beating. Their weapons were scattered along the floor, easy pickings for any thief's. James aimed his pistol at the nearest one, and fired a round into his leg. He screamed out in agony and fell off the MP. The other three lifted their heads to look for who fired the shot, only to become face to face with James' pistol. Two went down on their knees, pleading their apologies, but the third smirked. With a quick motion of his hands, the gun was in his hands, and pointed at James' head.

"Anyone moves, and I blow his fucking head off, okay?"

More MP's came rushing from their barracks, but were helpless. They simply stood their, unsure of whether to risk their Colonels life to save him. The gunman dragged James to the HQ, and into his office. Dom and the two SAS guards looked shocked as the gunman entered, holding James hostage.

"You two, slide your fucking weapons over or he gets it. NOW!"

The SAS guards slid their weapons to him.

"You," He said, motioning to one of the guards, "Down on your knees. The other one, you tie him up, then you in the far corner tie the other guard up! After that, slide all your weapons over, including the pistol you keep in your sock."

What the fuck? How did this guy know all of this? James attempted to struggle out of the mans grip, but only succeeded in getting pistol whipped. James screamed out in pain as the gun connected with his skull, knocking him unconscious. The gunman then did the same to Dom, and tied all four people to various chairs in the room. He spread them out, so that if soldiers were to breach the room, one of the men in here would die. Two soldiers burst through the door, but the gunman smiled when he saw them. They shut the door, and proceeded to barricade it with the desk and cabinet. 

The soldiers laughed and chatted to each other, waiting for their hostages to awake. 

 

Permalink Reply by Stalker Taint on August 19, 2011 at 6:37pm

Dom nodded a bit, listening closely as he dusted off his sleeves, turning to the SAS trooper while James walked off, "Oi, you get me a thick rope and a blind fold. A red gag ball, too. I know you got one." He laughed a little, seeing the other SAS have a small chuckle as well. 

 

Dominic made his way off back inside and looked to the man, quickly drawing the gun off the floor before landing a round into the man's leg. The man tried to scream but the moment there was even a whimper Dom hit him roughly across the face with the pistol, leaving a nice long mark that would leave a scar if the man would live. But of course, he wouldn't. Dom grabbed the gag and tape, ripping it away before grabbing the man's face, putting the barrel to the man's temple, "Who the fuck did it! Who the fuck told you to do it?!" He hit the man across the face after the prisoner gave a whimper, "Bitch! I didn't ask for a mumble, I asked for a fucking answer!" He shoved the gun into the man's mouth, "You have three seconds before I blow half your fucking cheek off."

 

The man cried out, refusing to answer, "One!"

 

The screamed again, shaking his head quickly, mumbling for him not to, "Two!"

 

The man finally yelled out the answer, "Field Marshal Harrison! Back in England!"

 

Dominic nodded a bit and smirked, glad to finally get his answers. He hit the man over the head, knocking him unconscious before hitting the door twice, the SAS troopers coming in, "Take him to the forest. Do what you have to do. Bring him back to the medical bay afterwards. Make sure the zombie gets his shoulder over the knife wound." He shoved his way past the SAS operatives, moving off after James to give him the news.

Permalink Reply by Stalker Taint on August 21, 2011 at 2:28am

Miko walked over into the cabin with the British. He hated the rats, but at the same time orders were orders and if there was a traitor he'd sniff the fucker out immediately. They called him the Russian Badger because he'd been known to burrow his way through even the thickest defenses and harshest situations and finish the mission to the T. Still... With what they were doing that might just end up being the name they engrave on his tombstone if he even got one. Russians were bitches, and they would rip apart the Brits with ease and comfort. Well, if the Brits survived against the cold, that is.

 

He puffed his cigarette a little, blowing the smoke outside of the cabin before smashing the tip into the wall, looking at the men, "You know, I hear England get's pretty cold and London has a lot of rain. I want you to think of that cold for a moment, all of you, then I want you to imagine being stark naked, covered in freezing water with ice buried between your toes while someone blows a fan at you on full blast while pelting you with snow and ice. That's hardly even close to how bad it is in Russia." He smirked a little, laying back on the bed, "Russia is the place where you lose an arm in a minute's time just because you forgot to put the button on through your sleeve, or you end up getting your face frozen and your eyes stuck open or even popping out because you didn't cover your face up well. You're going to learn why Russian's both fear and respect their country, because without the right preporation you could lose your life in an instant. Those AK-47's are not the cheap shit rifles that you use, made of plastic and metal, but those are steel reinforced wooden stocks, attached to more steel, with a firm, strong wooden grip for your hands. It's meant to be used in the worst of conditions because it was made in the worst of conditions. Use it in bursts, cover your shots with other loud noises such as blizzards and gusts of thick wind if you can't find a suppressor for your gun. A scope is useless if you aren't an expert at sniping in windy conditions and hate to know your bullet is going to drop faster because of the terrain and wind. If you cannot control your rifle, then it is as useless as you will be when the Russians, who actually know how to use it, fill you with holes." He had a bottle of fine whiskey out by then, popping the cork off before taking a nice long swig before slamming it onto the wooden desk beside him, corking it once more. In walked a few stalkers, already carrying the AK-47s they'd had for years, slipping them into a locker before tipping their hats to the Brits, laying down in their bunks near Miko.

 

Miko smirked a little at the Brits before pulling his covers over him, knowing he would have to stay warm as they would be within Russia's range shortly. Their commander would put forth the information codes that had been intercepted and they would be let through. If the codes didn't work or their time of retreat was off by even the slightest? Or even if a Russian got a distress signal out in time, even though victory looked positive for the Russian's when the British were being shot down? Well then they were in for a big fight. He sighed a little and saluted to the Brits before covering his head from the lights, "Night to you all. Think about what I said. It wasn't in anger or to rub something in your face. It was pure, and factual. It is meant to tell you what you need to know and what to expect. You're men, and if you want to survive you have to act like it."

 

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Alejandro sat up in the First Lieutenant's quarters, smoking a cigar quietly. He hadn't had such a treasure in a while. A wonderful smoke to have while considering that he may not even live for another twelve hours when they made it to Russian' occupied territory. He sighed a little, puffing his cigar before nodding a little, blowing a smoke ring out into the air before leaning forward, thinking quietly.

 

After all he worked for, he was prepared to give it up for the Stalkers. He remembered the talk with Dom's Representative about joining the Stalkers to carry out the mission. It was.. Suicide to say the least. Still, the benefits outweighed the downsides. That meant it was worth it. He gave up his ranking, his Military stature just to wage a war with the Russians on their own front. He had three back up teams of U.S. Army Rangers moving in. His squads. They would engage Russians the moment they made it past the Russian ships. Each squad would have their own air assault from a distance, faking a boat engagement by turning engines on in boats and keeping a steady enough fuel supply and engine temperate to make sure that at least most made it to the Russian boats after the Stalker boat made it.

 

Then... Well then the empty boats would release acidic chemicals along the fuel lines, sparking an igniting fluid and using enough ballistic weaponry at it's disposal to destroy the entire line of Russians. More than easy, but at the same time damn near impossible to get away with. It was their only chance, though, to get any support what so ever, as well as hold off a Russian assault on their asses in case they decided to change their minds. 

 

Alejandro just shook his head, puffing the cigar again, knowing he wouldn't get a lick of sleep as these thoughts ran through his head, tiring him slowly to the point of exhaustion. Tomorrow would be a Hell of a magic trick, that's for sure...

Permalink Reply by Zombie_X on August 21, 2011 at 11:22am

John listened to what the Stalker had to say. He went onto the deck, and practiced aiming his AK-47. He aligned the sites, and aimed out towards the ocean. That was when he noticed it, a small shape on the horizon. It was small enough to look like a patrol boat, probably Russian. He climbed the eagles nest, and picked up the binoculars to take a look. He zoomed in on the boat, and saw the Russian flag flying. He scanned the deck, and saw a figure waving at him. He waved back, trying not to blow his cover. When the boat started to head his way, he suddenly felt nervous. This was it, it was all over. They knew something, they must do. Was it the wave? Was it wrong? He decided to tell Miko, the guy in charge. He slid down the ladder, and ran to the officers quarters. He didnt even knock, instead crashing into Miko's room. 

"Miko, we have a problem! A Russian PB is heading towards us, and that is a big problem. I can't speak a word of Russian, and my British accent is going to blow our cover. Now, unless we have some Russian speakers, we are going to have to kill them, which is going to be pretty damn hard. First, we need to take out the radio operator, which is on their boat, then we have to kill the driver so they can't flee, then we have to kill the crew. It won't be long before they realise that one of their boats are missing. So what do you want to do?"  

Permalink Reply by Stalker Taint on August 21, 2011 at 3:20pm

Miko kept his cover over his head as he listened, followed by a long moment as he thought to himself. Well... They didn't have much of a choice. Alejandro didn't have men coming. No American's radioed in, including Stalkers.. They had trashed all the Russian boats before they left, including PB's. He even had a double check occur. So why would a patrol boat be so far out here? His brain ran this question a million times as he threw the covers off and pushed past John, slipping into an Officer's uniform and going down over by the ledge, immediately spotting the Russian patrol. He gave a wave before pointing up to their radio, making a few gestures to show that it was broken, which was a lie but it would mean the Russians would have to come on board before anything.

 

...

 

Miko had a few Stalkers pull the boat up and walked over to the officers, speaking fluent Russian with an accent, [Translated]"Good morning, troops. What brings you to flag down my ship so early?"

 

The Russians nodded a bit and sighed, [Translated]"We saw your ship leaving as the boats were destroyed, knowing we would have to get your attention so we could all escape back to the defensive line and get the report to General Malikov about the Stalker's possessing Nuclear weaponry. Our spies for the English, Americans and Stalkers have been working diligently to blend in with the rest, however, the assassination attempt on the English Colonel failed, so our spy, the English Field Marshal, may be exposed. We must relay this news immediately, however our radio is also down."

 

Miko nodded a bit, rubbing his chin before sighing, "Alright then, do you have files over all of this so I can store it away?"

 

The Russian officer nodded, handing over the paper, "Yes sir. It includes our spies names and information. We must make sure it does not fall into the wrong hands."

 

Miko smirked a little, taking each folder and setting it on top of a cabinet before drawing his Mk 23, putting it to the officer's head, returning to English, "Yes, we shouldn't." He fired off the round, kicking the corpse into the other two officers before unloading three rounds into each of their chests, the two Stalkers at his sides unloading rounds into the PB, killing the unsuspecting troops immediately.

 

Miko spit on the corpse before moving off, going quickly to the officer's quarters, "All troops get up. We have a possibility that Russian PB's are in the area, or worse, actual combat ready ships. I want your rifles in hand and I want spotters in secure places using NV scopes to look for any possible enemy units in the territory. Confirm it first and radio over. We are not permitted to open fire all at once, or else we will give of four position. If you find anything that is a threat our rifles can't handle, I.E. a battle ship, contact over the radio and we will cut the engines to drift, that way they will have to check in with a couple of boats before hand. Now get moving!"

 

The troops were up, throwing on their uniforms before rushing off to grab rifles, a few loading up AT4's while others prepped the ship's personal defenses, including the newly installed White Phosphorous rounds.

 

This was not the shit Miko needed right now... 

Permalink Reply by Zombie_X on August 21, 2011 at 11:33pm

Whilst the crew were dealing with the PB, John snuck onto the PB, and went into the communications room. He checked all their log histories, and found numerous relay communications to a British Field Marshall. He dug deeper, trying to find a leak in their information. He found files on Col. Goodwin, Dom, and most of the British and American high command. He also found detailed plans of troop movement, the planned invasion of Canada, and a plan to invade England. What scared him the most though, was a list of people listed as "friendly". He looked at the list, studying it. He looked at the recent weather charts, looking extra closely at the Russian weather pattern. Seems like they were heading straight into a blizzard. John's private phone vibrated in his pocket, the number came up as unknown. John answered it, and brought it to his ear.

"Hello?"

"Hello, Colonel Goodwin here, where are you?" James asked from the other end of the line.

"On a recon mission sir, scouting out Russians, the signal is breaking up sir." John jammed the signal, and threw the phone out of the window. He couldnt let Miko know he had had a phone onboard, that would mean trouble. 

He turned around to walk out of the room, but walked straight into Miko.

Permalink Reply by Stalker Taint on August 22, 2011 at 11:46pm

Miko's gun was drawn, pressed firmly to John's skull, the Mk23's silencer not even on. He growled softly before slamming John up against the wall, looking to the two Stalkers and nodded softly, gesturing for them to go get the ship ready. The moment they closed the door his attention was back on John, "You sneaky little bitch. You brought a fucking phone onto the boat. You know they can track your phone, right? They can fucking track it! That shit is going to bust us just because you couldn't tell me that shit! We could be compromised because you didn't break the phone and tear it apart! They have the serial number for it! Even if you jammed it they can find us in just a few minutes! We're out in the middle of the ocean! That means they're gonna try and contact the rest of the staff on the boat, their phones and any radio or gear they have. If they have a spy then that means they're on high alert now." 

 

He hit the metal walling, his knuckles splitting against it, leaving a blood trail running down slowly past John's shoulder, the metal plating dented, "You just fucked us... If we can't take care of what you just did I swear to God I will have you begging... Begging! That they fucking take you from me. You've seen a public execution right? Yeah, its gonna be something like that. 'Cept I'll make sure you don't die. Just live through each agonizing moment of pain. Stalkers have a moral code, but that doesn't include prisoners. Now... I'll let you live for now because you have a pretty face, but if we don't make it past the blockade then I'm going to opt to be the one who tortures you in Hell." He hit the wall again, not so much as flinching as the wounds spread further, the wall denting in another inch. With a shot to the ground he walked out of the room, going off to manage his troops and alert them of the new problem. The two Stalkers from before came back in, searching quietly around for the files, paperwork, designs and what not, ignoring John though they heard every word through the door.

Permalink Reply by Zombie_X on August 23, 2011 at 11:32pm

John trembled with fear. Miko had suddenly flipped in the blink of an eye. He felt the cold steel barrel of the gun press against his skull, and Miko screaming at him. Miko pushed him aside, before walking off towards the ship. John straightened out the Russian uniform, before heading to the ship, ignoring the glares of the two stalkers. The imprint of the gun barrel was forged onto his head, causing everyone to stare at him. He went to his cabin, avoiding all the concerned British troops that were crowding round him, before he eventually reached his cabin and locked the door. He headed to the bed, and laid his head down, thinking about home.

Permalink Reply by Stalker Taint on August 25, 2011 at 8:31am

Miko stalked off to the medical bay, ordering the troops around as they sprinted left and right, trying to make sure everything was in order in case they were hit. In the distance the Russian line was almost becoming visible, it having two rows of ships swimming along their sides to keep straight lines moving. Almost intimidating. He scoffed a little, going into the bay and nodding to the doctor, "Hey, I split my knuckles on some metal. Care to patch me up?" The doctor rose a brow before shrugging, pulling out his gear.

Permalink Reply by Luc on August 22, 2011 at 2:43am

Luc slept quietly aboard the ship headed to Russia. His arms crossed behind his head, and his feet propped up on a table. He was dawned in a diffrent attire from when he first arrived at the stalker base. His duster gone. Replaced by a vest and coat. Nicer boots, and... appearance in general. At the moment he had earphones in. His loud music booming through his ears, but he slept peacefully. Ontop of his chest sat his gun. His hand over the trigget, although not touchign it, and hsi other twords the front end of it. Ready to fire if he needed, and even if somone tried to take it away from him while he was asleep, they where most likely to get a shot to the face. He shifted a bit, mumbleing something before relaxing again in his oblivious slumber-

Permalink Reply by Stalker Taint on August 22, 2011 at 11:52pm

Anderson looked down at Luc. Two Stalkers stuck in the British room. Not bad, but what ever. They were probably screwed if the Russians were around. He smiled though, watching the idiot sleep. He reached into his pocket, setting a candy bar beside Luc's head before going back up to his bed, closing his eyes to try and get some rest. It'd been a while since he'd seen such an innocent face, and Luc seemed to fit the picture, even if that innocence was because he was an idiot. Still, an idiot with a gun was worse than a genius with nothing at all. An idiot can spray a rifle. Someone who's smart can't do anything without the tools they need to utilize. As it was said before to him, "One can make a gun as long as he has the parts, but that does not mean he can use the gun he has forged."

 

Anderson rolled over onto his side, pulling the covers over his head and sighed softly, drifting off into a nap.

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